Lyrics:
imma speed past it
I go jump on a tractor, race a hippie faster
Shoutout to my pastor, cause JC the master
He a long laster, love it when he split
ya'll
It's unique ya'll
A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for
End
Street nigga no best friends
I told my brother I'm you best man
But watch out for a hoe
They go plot on the low
I potting how to blow
Shotty make
the stale out
Make it rain, they see it I'm a put a pail out
Man I'm a put a pail out know what I'm saying?
Cause I'm stuck in the mud like a tractor
I
in the hell did the light in my life go?
Why did this happen me?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do in my life that was so bad i’m now
I love my tractor
I love my gun
I love some cold beer under the sun
I like tobacco
And whiskey too
I love my rifle, the cow says moo
I packed a fat
the street Guess who's tailing from behind
He's got a tractor
So i follow after tackle by
Surprise
You got knocked the fuck out Better stay the fuck down
You
what made me
And I'm hopin I ain't gotta go back to the trap
Cus we really know that we don't want that
But if I don't make it home tonight
Tell my mama
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
hard like boy blue
If not, you ah go make this boy blue
Take you by the hand and make you understand
I just wanna love you tonight
Take you by
Aww shit, here we go again
Smoking in the alleyway chilling with my friends
Change your ways this road will no longer extend
Like a girl's bad hair,
multiple fractures
He's battered
Bad actors
Get their body parts scattered
Shattered hopes
They don't matter no more
Love determines growth
And lies equal
there and try to make this bitch happy
Uh uh fuck that
It's a bad batch bad batch send them back (Make all the bad bitches want to place nice)
It's a bad
and the mandem go nuts
All the bad chicks make mad noise, too
Look, fuckboy, what you gonna say? What you gonna do, run?
Ah yeah right, you ain't gonna do none
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
should reverse
It’s levels to this
You can’t rehearse
Seeing that it’s First Take
Ima speak first
Let’s be honest
That Mamba
A bad man
Hand down man down
my son)
You're my number one
(You're my number one)
Man I love you son
(Man I love you son)
Now I got you by my side
I ain't never letting go
(I
like about yourself makes you interesting, I know for sure you will always be by my side cos that's the typa person you are, you never fold with those
like about yourself makes you interesting, I know for sure you will always be by my side cos that's the typa person you are, you never fold with those
by my
Dancing by my lonely love
Only wanting you my love
Lover wont you meet my mother
Mother wants to meet
You love (meet you love)
Make you mine
Mine
air left
Now you're back here for my love, didn't really get enough
Well that's too bad girl, yeah that's just too bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl
Now
parasite that all the women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother
Okay
Go, go, go get the bag
Know you really want it bad
You about to make me mad
You about to make me sad
You about to make me laugh
I don't owe none
we make it rain together
I'm talkin' Quabo dreams crystal fetishes
Smokin' everyday just to keep ya sanity
Just me and nigga like what up doe
Still
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